When Murong Qingshuang stood up, she felt that her steps were buoyant, as if she was walking into the clouds.
She was probably a little drunk. Damn Yuwen Longxiang told her nicely to stop drinking, but he didn't stop her from drinking at all. He just wanted to see her drunk.
I accidentally missed my footing and almost hit the chair, but was suddenly pulled into his arms.
"What are you doing..." Murong Qingshuang felt weak and her voice was very soft.
He sighed softly and picked her up across the waist, "You can only drink so much, but you dare to drink with men casually like this!" [
"You don't care about me so much!" She muttered dissatisfiedly, but leaned against his arms without strength.
Hearing his chuckle, it seemed that he had heard something funny, "Don't really think that I can't control you..."
She was put on the bed, opened her eyes a little, and saw his blurry shadow in front of her, but he still didn't leave.
There was no light in the room, so I could only rely on feeling in the darkness.
I feel dizzy and feel hot after drinking alcohol.
Just as a breath was approaching, she moved, "It hurts..."
The injury on the shoulder has not healed yet.
Yuwen Longxiang paused, then chuckled, "You don't even have to make excuses when you're drunk..."
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When Murong Qingshuang woke up, she no longer knew what time it was.
Her head hurt a little, and she sat up in a daze. The bed was in a mess, but she was alone.
Her clothes were taken off at some point, and she saw that medicine had been applied to her shoulders, but she didn't know it.
"Prince? He has already gone out. He said that the emperor summoned the prince to enter the palace. I don't know why."
Murong Qingshuang went out and asked Luo Yi this answer.
"Miss..." Luo Yi looked at her worriedly, "You don't look very good. Are you sick?"
She shook her head, rubbed her temples, and walked into the yard, "It's nothing. I drank a little too much yesterday. Make me a cup of tea to relieve the hangover. I have a headache."
Luo Yi nodded, "Okay, miss, wait a minute."
As she walked, she rubbed her temples. Her hands gradually became sore, and she rubbed her arms and shoulders again.
There are not many people in the house, most of them are pruning the garden now, and some new flowers have been brought in.[
Murong Qingshuang opened a door at random and went in, wanting to take a rest first. She entered a study room, and it seemed that no one had been there for some years. Most of the house had been tidied up, but here it was just a simple cleaning, and the bookshelf
